iqmagi

Dear God,

Blackest Parnassis of Carnal Wood, Heaven Hath Told thouest to Curl Amidst the Treacherous Vision of the Violation. Hive Minded Queens Ursurp the Idoloter in His his Sleep to Feast upon the Dreams of the Living. None could forgo this Mercy. None could vaguely discern. I in my broken and Dim accomodation drank the Cellar wine that tasted of Spiders and Monstous fires...
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Dear superfriends,

I hear this talk of crazy, and how the messenger stammers often unheard. Here is a delivery upon time and place that borders a clean and welcome exchange this afternoon. My daughter speaks, "Dad, talk to the blueberries again!" Dad says to his pint glass filled with the blue prowess and sweetened milk, "Hey you guys, you know what, I love you."
Laughter...
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Ahem,

To hang like the scarab of beetlegeuse, from the skin of
a broken knee. Calling arms to accompany the blue occasiuon. The subltle vices of the albatros wake the molested reeds to sway in the dead calm. For power invariably seeks its song.

~S~

War

"When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused.-- At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections.-- I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic....
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Dear Me,

Did you ever think how amazing your life would be if everything you said was the well thought pronouncement
of jingle our catch phrase? An example of this can be found anywhere and in anything. Amaze your boss, be accused of poetry, etc. Look closely at your product, does it scream of hope?

~S~

Dear Friends,

Today was full of a sunshine and ethereal warmth that instilled a kind of strength where there otherwise would be none. I just met my estranged wifes BF for the first time today. I picked up the old washer and dryer from their dark basement, and slowly dragged its massive gravity up two flights of stairs, and into the my forest green mini...
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Dear hair of the dog,

I'm, tired.

fin.

~S~

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Dear Mother,

Do you know that the hollow ebb of my thoughts actually begged to stay home and breath freely the clean air of a dream filled light. The fight to push past the promenade, like walking into a gaining stream, or feeling the incense of a blue sickness curled like a melancholic cat upon your lap. The gravity of every...
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
1:11 am

Dear AMON LIS,

I took a delightful run this afternoon. The quality of which was captioned by an ease and gentle rhythm that encourages extremely deep trespasses and visceral languages never before heard. It was here @ 1:35 PM, that I felt the blessing from an arcane altar. It was the god petal that opened from a deep sleep,...
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Dear Awe,

There is this precipice by which the eternal clandestine takes shape. How a soul can withstand to buckle under this beatrice of a glorious nocturn, as it begins anew, igniting my deepest pedigree for the arabesque of splintering stars sawing through the storm filled skin of an opaque charcoal night.

A Blessing.

~S~

Whirlpool Galaxy

Dear Morgana,

What subtleties have opened the neglegent eyesore of said abominations, and reclaiming the idoloters of leperous conditions, took to impart the gracious malaise of the subtlest art? By this I am to suggest that there is an abundant awareness that thrives on the half light, and slowly cowers in the grass to await the decaying pronounement of a thorn. This ingracious meal of...
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Dear Agni,

My sincerest gratitude for your light when your mistress wispered clouds filled with the ruin, and tearful garden of pain.

With fond appreciation,

~S~



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